Writer’s block drives you to things you’d never normally do. Case in point: I summoned a demon.
We struck a deal. I asked the demon what it wanted in payment. My soul? My firstborn?
“No,” said the demon. “I want your typewriter. Have you any idea how hard it is to use a pen with these claws? I’ve got so many stories to tell, and writing them by hand is hell.”
I never had writer’s block again.
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